Terra's Magnetic Field

Jack quickly got up from the sand pile, but he no longer had the strength to move forward, so he had to drag the unconscious waiter to the boulder under Galatron's shadow to avoid the heat.

He took out a cowhide water bag from the bag on his back and shook it. The loud sound told him that there was not much water left in it, but he looked around and there was no place to get water.

After careful consideration, he decided to pour the remaining water into the waiter's mouth. He pinched the waiter's throat and led the water into his stomach. This would help the unconscious waiter recover some strength.

These waters are pre-mixed with sugar and salt to make them easier for people who are dehydrated to absorb.

After dealing with these matters, Jack put the mouth of the cowhide water bag with only a few drops of water left on it to rub against his dry lips to moisten them. Seeing the old man Sakota who had just spoken to him walking slowly towards him, he asked:

"Angel of the Lord? Is that what you call the beast above?"

After thinking about it carefully, Jack found that what the old man said was actually correct, but the one above was not an angel who saved the world, but a demon who destroyed the world.

"Yes..." The old man looked up at Galatron hovering above, "that graceful figure, strong arms, the ring of holy light and the music it emits, these features are completely consistent with the description of the Lord's angels that we have heard from our fathers. He is undoubtedly holy." The old man spoke in an ups and downs tone, with a bright light in his eyes.

"Could you please give me some dry food and water? My friend and I have lost our strength after the long journey..." Jack asked the old man. Presumably, this respected old man would agree to his request, right?

"No," the old man rejected him bluntly. At the same time, the halos of the nearby Sakotas flickered, and their eyes, which were originally on Mobai Galatron, turned here.

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"How pitiful... This is the race that was not chosen by the Lord..."

"Compared to us Sakota, they have not received any blessings, so they are naturally not qualified to leave this desert."

"Look there's the embarrassed pagan."

What horrified Jack even more than these cold words was the way these Sakotas looked at them. It wasn't like they were looking at their own kind, but at other creatures different from them, with a look of contempt.

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"What's going on... Why are these guys' eyes so cold?

"Cold..." Jack was chilled by the actions of the Sakotas, and the waiter beside him also sighed in pain as if he felt some kind of hostility, "Uh... Alas...", cold sweat kept dripping down the waiter's forehead.

"I'm sorry," the old man said to Jack expressionlessly, "because you are not Sakota, we can't help you. If we help you, it would be against the will of the Lord." He looked up at Galatron again, "I believe the angels of the Lord will not let us go, right?"

The other Sakotas nodded and agreed with this statement.

"Did that guy tell you to watch them die without helping?" Jack glared at Galatron, "Did that monster order you not to share water and dry food with other races? He didn't say anything, did he?!"

"It's just that you think it's right. It's the coldness and ruthlessness in your hearts that make you take such an unrighteous action! After doing this, you make up reasons to make yourself believe that it was someone else's intention! You bastards don't even dare to admit the evil in your heart! How hypocritical!"

Jack lost his last bit of strength after scolding the Sakotas. He couldn't even speak at this moment. He just collapsed behind the boulder and gasped. The Sakotas were silent. Did Jack's words touch their frozen hearts? Did they realize their own ruthlessness? Would they help the two?

The enthusiasm cannot be extinguished, sympathize with the weak, help each other, and become friends with people from any country, even if this feeling has been betrayed thousands of times...

"Dedicate them to the Lord!" Someone suddenly suggested. This voice broke the silence, and the halos above the heads of other Sakota flickered again, as if they were making a spiritual connection.

"Ok!"

"Yes!"

"He just called our angel a monster!"

"This is what the heretics deserve!"

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Other Sakotas echoed this.

Jack first showed a look of astonishment, and then his face turned pale. The intuition he had developed from years of assassination missions told him that nothing good would happen next.

"You...you...bastards!" Jack was tied to the cross but still had no intention of surrendering. He looked at the waiter who was also tied to a simple wooden cross beside him, and then at the burning torch in the hand of the old man Sakota in front of him. Under him was a pile of dry grass.

"May this raging fire devour the evil pagans! Their screams are the best gift to our Lord!!" the old man shouted madly, as if their Lord would really respond.

“…Ants…” This was the response of Galatron in the sky when he saw this scene.

The setting sun in the sky gradually fell, and as the last ray of afterglow faded away, the last bit of light in the world was swallowed up by darkness.

"Help!" Jack let out a weak wail from his cracked lips.

Did anyone respond? Apparently not.

Years later, while cleaning his glasses in a Columbia bar, Mr. Jack Fry would recall that distant evening when he and his brother, the waiter, were tied to a cross and roasted on the fire.

That’s all for today.

Volume 103: Chapter Chapter Ordinary

The old man Sakta grinned and used a torch to light the dry grass under the cross. A raging fire rose from the black smoke, and the fire climbed up along the wooden stake at the bottom of the cross like a snake. The scorching heat rushed towards the two people on the cross.

Jack's eyes were filled with fear, and so was the waiter beside him. Although the unconscious waiter didn't know what would happen to him, his survival instinct made him look bitter.

The burning haystack beneath them was greedily snatching away the air they could breathe, and a strong feeling of suffocation came over them. At that critical moment, the arm armor on the waiter's right wrist suddenly emitted a brilliant blue light, and the ancient and sacred light surprised the Sakotas, and then the haystack beneath them went out.

"This is..." The leading old man, Sakta, hesitated to speak. He looked up at Galatron and said, "Is this what you mean?"

While the Sakotas were discussing, the waiter's arm armor once again emitted the same light as before, enveloping the two people on the cross. The two turned into a blue ball of light and flew up. The ball of light passed through the sky like a meteor.

Xiao Er's "Lambda Blade" took this form of self-protection because it sensed that its master's life was threatened, but the group of Sakotas naturally didn't know this.

They would only regard all this as a miracle from the Lord, believing that the two pagans were sent by the Lord to test their loyalty, but the merciful Lord could not bear to take their lives, so when the pagans were about to be burned to death, the Lord performed a miracle and forgave their previous disrespect.

After the meteor disappeared in the sky, the Sakotas had nothing to do except continue to move under Galatron. They set up their tents and made a few bonfires to prepare to spend the night. Perhaps they had already started thinking about how to tell others about these adventures.

I don’t know how long it will be flying in the sky, maybe a few minutes? Maybe a dozen minutes or dozens of minutes? Maybe even longer…

Jack only knew that he and Xiao Er had fallen to an oasis somewhere in the desert. The light ball that enveloped them slammed heavily on the sand. Although the light film was used to cushion the impact, Jack still felt his internal organs surging.

If there is any undigested food in his stomach, it will surely burst out of his mouth when he falls.

After several rounds of violent tumbling, they were finally thrown onto the sand. Xiao Er fell several meters away in a very inelegant posture, like a boneless rag doll thrown to the ground. Jack's vision was also spinning because of the previous forced landing, gastric juice churning in his stomach, and his brain felt extremely nauseous.

Before he fainted, Jack seemed to sense someone approaching, but he fainted before he could see who it was. The moment he closed his eyes, he felt relieved. What could be worse in this situation? He already knew the truth about this land, and nothing else mattered to him. Even if fate really wanted him to die here, it didn't matter.

While in a coma, Jack dreamed of the scenery of his hometown for the first time in a long time. It was a small town in Victoria. He didn't understand why his "noble" father chose to settle down in such a remote place. Logically, their family deserved a better living environment.

When Jack's father was young, he was awarded a knighthood by the Victorian royal family for his outstanding achievements. Later, he lost an eye to the enemy due to a mistake during a mission. Since then, Jack's father has retreated to the second line in the Assassin Organization, and finally chose to retire at the age of 40, and moved his family to a remote agricultural mobile city in Victoria.

Was it because my father's eyes were taken away? Did the people who hurt him also take away his ambition? Did he become weak? So much so that he chose to exile himself? Or was it because my father was tired of fighting against the enemy forces countless times?

Nothing is known because Jack's father died shortly after he became an adult, and Jack had very few opportunities to be alone with his father before that. After his father's death, Jack realized that he had never really understood that strange old man.

The assassin's funeral was not very grand. Jack's mother just asked some acquaintances to take care of it. Even the pastor who presided over the funeral was an acquaintance of his father. After going through some trivial customs, they buried his father hastily.

Completely different from the description in detective novels, there were no dark clouds or heavy rain on the day of Jack's father's funeral. Everything was very "normal", ordinary weather. The sun was exceptionally bright that day and the clouds were still white.

The golden sunlight splashed on the rice field where my father was buried, dyeing the green ears of wheat golden. The gradually full grains emitted a golden luster.

The people attending the funeral did not wail like in the novel, not because they were not sad about their father's death. His mother still wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Others talked about the absurd things their father did before his death. Jack heard someone say, "Oh... He is indeed worthy of being the one... Even death is so unexpected..."

Maybe everyone just hasn't really accepted the fact that their father is dead.

With the last shovelful of water flattening his father's grave, his father officially ended all his affairs in the world and concluded all the causes and conditions. He died so plainly, so plainly that Jack felt as if nothing had happened.

A week after his father's funeral, Jack took out the slightly burnt toast from the toaster as usual. When he wanted to spread the jam on the toast with a knife, he found that the jam at home was all eaten. He said casually: "Old man, it's your turn today..."

He shut up before he finished speaking, and then he realized:

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"Oh...Father is gone..."

This is a dull world. Everyone is born dully and dies dully. No matter what adventures they have experienced in their lives, it will end up like this. Death and being forgotten by others is an ending that no one can escape.

Jack suddenly realized that there would be such a day for him too. When he gets old, everyone will regard his experience as an old man's joke. One day he will suddenly not open his eyes and finally be buried in the ground in plainness.

Jack used to only eat toast with blueberry jam, but that morning Jack didn't go out to buy jam. Instead, he picked up the blackened toast and chewed it. In the bitter taste, he seemed to understand something and yet he didn't understand anything...

"Should I cry? I suddenly realized that my father has really left us... He will never come back..." Jack said to his mother at the dining table while eating toast. His mother asked him in a very calm tone:

"Are you crying because you're sad? Or because you're scared?"

"I don't know... This feeling is very strange, as if something you have always had suddenly disappears one day. You don't feel how precious it is when you have it, but you will feel empty when you don't have it... Is this family love?" Jack sniffed his nose, and his tears were about to overflow from his eyes unconsciously.

Jack couldn't help sobbing, even though he wasn't sobbing because he was sad or scared, but just because he felt empty. Sometimes emotions come suddenly, catching everyone off guard.

"Cry," his mother said generously. The old woman stood up and cleared the dishes on the table. "After you cry, leave here. This place is too small. You need a wider place to grow. Go to the capital..."

Later, his mother gave Jack his father's equipment when he was young, which was a well-made hidden blade.

Soon after Jack became an adult, he left the town where he grew up and headed for the capital carrying the relics left by his father.

It is said that he never went back to his hometown since then. So many things happened in the meantime that he almost forgot that he had not visited his mother for a long time. It seems that what he encountered later has fully filled the emptiness caused by the loss of his father.

As Jack gradually regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes. The air around him was cooler and more humid than before. He looked at the surrounding scene with blurry vision and found that he was in a cave. This should be an underground cave in the desert, where there is usually some water source.

“…Who is it…” Jack felt a cool towel on his forehead, and the same was true for the waiter lying opposite him. It seemed that someone had rescued them after they fell unconscious and dragged them to this place for relevant medical treatment.

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There was a bonfire lit among them, and there was no light nearby, so it seemed that it was already late at night.

Jack's eyes swam around, and then they locked onto a spot in the cave. It was a bag wrapped in linen, which must have belonged to the person who rescued them. The black bag had the logo of the White Tower printed on it, so maybe that person belonged to some kind of organization.

Faint footsteps were heard from somewhere and then stopped. A low and calm female voice came from behind Jack, "Are you awake?"

The woman, like the Sakotas before her, spoke the "common language", a language circulated in most countries on Terra and suspected to be the source of all languages. Some scholars have proposed that all Terran races evolved from one language.

Jack's physical strength at this moment was not enough to support him to turn around and look back. He could only squeeze out a few words from his teeth with great effort, "Who... are you? A friend? Or... an enemy?"

"Ahaha!" The woman sneered, "This question is meaningless. If I were your enemy, would I still save you? Would I torture you to save you?"

"How ridiculous!"

I seem to have heard this arrogant tone somewhere before, not long ago, and this voice also sounds familiar...

That’s all for today.

Volume 105: Chapter Chapter A Scene Never Seen Before

It was as if hundreds of billions of years of time were condensed into a single moment, forcing life to evolve directly to the end point, from primitive mammals to photon life forms...

The moment I drew out the holy sword, a strong stream of light surged into my body. The feeling was not as gentle as a spring breeze, but an indescribable pain. The feeling of decomposing and rearranging every cell in my body was like quickly tearing apart every muscle in my body and then roughly splicing it together...

When I came to my senses, I found myself standing outside the tower, and everything around me became so small. The towering ruins of the ancient city now looked like a building block house built by a child, and the giant stone statues beside them shrunk to the same size as me.

No...it's not that they shrunk, but that I grew bigger, from a short human to...

I looked down and saw my silver arms, the lamp-like organ on my chest, and the patterns distributed on my body... everything was self-explanatory. I had transformed into a "giant" similar to the stone statue I had seen, an ancient god I had never heard of before, whose tribe was reborn after tens of millions of years of extinction.

So what should I do? How should I fight? Nothing is known... I don't even know how to stop the white dragon named "Galatron" in front of me. I subconsciously glanced at the strange stone statues beside me, looking at their distorted postures and guessing how they fought in their lifetime.

Maybe I can use the arm armor on my right arm? I noticed that after I turned into a giant, a strange-looking arm armor appeared out of thin air on my right wrist. It looked a bit like a scabbard, and there was a mechanism that looked like a hilt on the back of my hand. Maybe I can pull it out and use it as a weapon? But how do I do it? Although I tried holding the hilt a few times, the arm armor didn't move at all. Maybe I pulled it out the wrong way?

"Target locked..." The mechanical dragon in front of me made an emotionless program voice, and a red ray shot out from his eyes. When the ray hit my chest, I felt a burning sensation but did not suffer much actual damage. Then a magic circle appeared at the place where I was hit just now and produced a violent explosion. Was it a delayed injury?

My body was knocked down by the explosion, and I rolled on the ground a few times to cushion the impact.

So embarrassing!

Before I could even get up from the ground, the dragon's tail stabbed at me. I was not familiar with the giant's body and had no time to dodge. My neck was tightly grasped by the mechanical claws at the end of the tail. Although my body did not need to breathe, the strong pressure still made me suffer.

I raised my arms and tried to use brute force to tear the claws apart, but the strength of that thing was beyond my imagination. It was as if the moment it captured its prey, it was frozen in place and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move it at all.

What should I do? How can I break free?

Just as I was thinking about how to respond, the dragon began to take the next step. His behavior was efficient and concise, and there was no redundancy in his movements. It seemed that all his functions were born to hunt giants like me. It was my first time fighting as a giant, and I had no room to fight back against such an opponent...

The dragon raised its left arm, and the shield on its wrist flipped over and pointed the sharp end at my abdomen, with a "buzzing" sound of energy gathering.

The sound followed.

What does he want to do? What kind of killer move is he going to use?

The next moment, a wide blade of light extended from the end of the sharp shield, and the intense pain ended my thoughts. Everything within my field of vision was engulfed by the golden light, and I could feel the blade of light cutting my body apart. My remaining consciousness could sense that my body was disintegrating bit by bit...

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I lost? So suddenly, without a chance to catch my breath. This is completely different from what the comics say. How can a hero lose the first time he transforms? But am I a hero? Not really... Everything I did was just to follow my own desires. I didn't deliberately do anything that could be called a righteous act...

Everything I've been through flashed through my mind. Is this just a revolving door? Is my journey over?

Darkness, pitch-black darkness engulfed my consciousness... Everything came to an end in silence. Silent darkness is the destination of all conscious life. There is no heaven or hell, only silent darkness...

I don't know how long I have been in this darkness...

"Blade Master..." A woman's gentle voice came from somewhere.

Who? Whose voice? Is he calling me? Blade Master... a name I've never heard of... maybe it's just an illusion...

"I believe that the connection between us will transcend time and space..." It was the woman's voice again. I seemed to have heard it somewhere before. I felt a warm touch on my left hand, as if someone was holding it. It was a gentle and delicate feeling... It was a woman's hand...

"Even if the oceans boil and the atmosphere disappears, even if our satellites fall into the vortex of gravity one after another...even if our sun expands viciously and ruthlessly eats its children until everything is silent..."

"We can also meet, at the end of civilization decorated with darkness and starlight... We will also meet again, for sure! I will wait until that day..."